And this is off topic but I’ll write it anyway. Every time I see a photo of Michael Moore my 1950’s mothering instinct bubbles up. I want to rip that silly baseball cap off his head, hand him a razor, tell him to loose 50+ pounds, eat better, and get more exercise. He can loose the rumpled clothes too.

There—whew—I’ve gotten that off my chest.

Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please.